In the afternoon of the same day the six men who began a journey together reach a place in the city and feel moved to stop and walk, a place by a river with train tracks, woods and bridges. All six men are still filled with a spirit of love and light. They begin on foot to walk a sloping path along the river that leads to a bridge. As they come closer to the bridge they can clearly see and feel that it was inhabited at some time, human waste, and a sense of darkness pervaded the area. Slowly they walk under the bridge. With stooped shoulders, they plod forward over garbage, old sleeping bags, tattered pieces of tarp, broken glass!
Early morning of the same day, six men pile into a red van traveling from a place hours away. It had come into there hearts, that they should attend a worship service in another town.
At Midday a chill wind blows beneath just another bridge along a lonely stretch of river, haunted with the remains of its former inhabitants you can almost feel the demonic forces resting here. Amidst the stench of decay, old sleeping bags, trash, and used needles; here a woman lost, broken, battered, and abused sits on a log empty purse in hand staring blankly to the river thoughts of what was lost in her mind! Her eyes are puffy from tears shed and the drugs coursing through her veins. Robbed of all the material crap she holds dear her clothes ,her ids her ,her money, how long as she sat here staring, how many times has she been used up and left alone.